You ever get the feeling of being followed? Or being watched? Even when there is no evidence to find that feeling correct, you still feel it. He hated this feeling, abhorred such a thing that could make him feel like he was nothing more than prey. Well, if the idiot following him would show themselves, Rome would be sure to show the creature what for. He continued on his path, picking his way through the sharp rocks and watching where he put his paws.

That prickling at the back of his mind kept telling him to turn, to demand that his stalker show itself. He growled, the heat of the growing day making him irritated, the black thickness of his pelt keeping the heat more and more. Finally he moves into a crease in the rocks, one that was actually big enough for him to slip into. It was here that he decided to take a short nap, relaxing in the shade of the grey stone giants, completely uncaring what went on else where in the world. Not truly caring what his mother or father were doing right now, not giving a crap than some high ranked male wanted the crown. Today was about looking around Moladion.

He did find it rather odd that neither his brother or sister had followed him today, and this is his last actual thought before he drifted into a light sleep. Completely ignorant of the dark intentions of his brothers, unknowingly playing into their devious paws.